Mrs Crane’s Big Old Great Dane
Opens with a syncopated, punchy kick and bold handclaps, anchored by a deep bass groove. Bright 1960s pop rock guitars weave with quirky, palm-muted djent riffs in call-and-response. Warped, layered vocals inject playful energy. Bridge highlights choppy NWOBHM guitar interlock and sharp percussion fills.
Mrs Crane’s Big Old Great Dane
Opens with a syncopated, punchy kick and bold handclaps, anchored by a deep bass groove. Bright 1960s pop rock guitars weave with quirky, palm-muted djent riffs in call-and-response. Warped, layered vocals inject playful energy. Bridge highlights choppy NWOBHM guitar interlock and sharp percussion fills.
Lyrics
Verse 1
On a cobbled-up lane lived Mrs Crane
With a tea cosy hat and a cane
But the talk of the town
Was the beast crashing round
Her big old
Great lump of a Dane
Chorus
Oh
Mrs Crane’s big old Great Dane
Knocks the bins down
Chases the train
He can’t fit through the door
He still thinks he’s four
Mrs Crane’s big old Great Dane
Verse 2
He’ll sit in her lap on the chair
Till her feet dangle up in the air
When he lets out a sigh
All the curtains fly high
And the vicar falls right off the stair
Chorus
Oh
Mrs Crane’s big old Great Dane
Knocks the bins down
Chases the train
He can’t fit through the door
He still thinks he’s four
Mrs Crane’s big old Great Dane
Bridge
Band drops to snaps and bass
He ate half the post on a Monday (oh dear)
He swallowed her best knitting pin
He burped up a sock on a Sunday
And asked
With his eyes
“shall we begin?”
solo
Chorus
Oh
Mrs Crane’s big old Great Dane
Knocks the bins down
Chases the train
If you’re stuck in the rain
You can ride him again
Mrs Crane’s big old great
Heap of trouble
But mate
Mrs Crane’s big old Great Dane